Friday, 24 February 2012

whilst unsleeping i keep dreaming of the cold places where the inbetween light is soft as velvet and the air so clear that everything is a mosiac of crystal sound, where words knitted together make raconteurs of us all around fires built with bracken collected with our two good hands, where we unpick the stitches of our days to re-sew into geographies that fit our hearts.

6 comments:

demie said...

you! are a wonder
and I live there...

alvaro barcala said...

those heart lands and their crystals echoes
those ethereal heart beats
so wondrously grasped with your words

when the drumming of your ear
synchronize the most intimate rythms

(love those Faulkner stars)

Anita Cella Celic said...

my dear C. thank you for being out there ♥

myriorama said...

A story in a sentence - a dream of a story in a sentence.

v said...

i loved this one!
going to write it down in my little notebook where i collect special quotes and writings that speeks to my heart.

v

alvaro barcala said...

http://youtu.be/_1d6lMMuw-Y